Page 85 of Ours to Keep

I watch as Tommy moves off the bed to remove his clothes, leaving him naked, his huge cock at the ready, fuck me.

It’s hard not to compare him against the other guys, but they’re all so different in their own right. It’s not a comparison in a competing sense as opposed to admiration.

His intricate tattoos are ones I wish I could explore and trace with my fingers.I never imagined I’d find tattoos so alluring, not really something that crossed my mind, but seeing the guys with theirs has ignited a newfound appreciation for the intimate intricacy they all hold. I want to ask the meaning behind each one. The thought of getting one myself is more appealing than I’d ever care to admit. I glance at the raised scar on my foreman and wonder what it would be like to have that covered or the ones on my lower back. My eyes return to Tommy, and to the faint scars that are still visible on his body. The thought of anyone hurting this beautiful man makes my heart hurt in a way that demands justice.

I itch to reach out and stroke his skin, feel his warmth beneath my touch, but Ihold myself still, waiting for him to tell me what he wants next. It’s intoxicating, giving myself over tohim, trusting in him to bring us both pleasure while giving him the control I know he needs. My experience may be limited, but finding the escapism in romance books opened my eyes to a mirageof possibilities. Am Iready to go full-on BDSM? Probably not, but am I willing to experiment? Abso-bloody-lutely.

My eyes lower to his cock, long and thick, and unlike the others. He’s also uncut.Iwatch, fascinated, as his foreskin moves over the head before drawingback.

I lick my lips, the wanton urge to take him into my mouth and tease him to completion is strong.

He lets go after a firm tug and kneels on the bed, his erection standing to attentionas he crawls towards me, my thighs automatically parting in invitation. My attentionreturnsto his face, his green eyes bothalluring and mysterious.

“Give me your hand.”

I do as he asks, and he immediatelytugs my wrist, a breath of air escaping my lungs as he pulls me closer.

It takes a moment for me to realise what he’s about to do as he wraps my fist around his hard shaft, his larger hand covering mine.

And then he begins to move our hands up and down and over the crown of his erection, my lower stomach pulsating with need. Something about this is so fucking hot as he controls the movements.

My gaze moves to his face, his concentration resolute as he works his length between us, his teeth digging into the soft skin of his lower lip.

His grip tightens and then stills before he releases his hold over my hand, and then he begins to thrust back and forth, my hand moving with the motion.

It’s so damn hypnotic.

“Touch yourself,” he demands, his voice a deep baritone.

I lower my other hand between my thighs and find my foldsstill soaking wet from my orgasm, something about it fuelling my desire.

“That’s it, Lily. I want to see you slip your fingers inside your perfect cunt.”

His words turn me on more than I would have thought possible.

I spread my thighs wider, my fingers finding my entrance, and then slowly, I slip them inside, the noise wet and dirty.

“That’s it,” he says, thrusting into my hand again. “Show me how much you want me.”

My eyes flutter closed as I moan out loud, my mounting need tangible.

“That’s it, Lily, fuck your fingers. Imagine it’s my cock.”

I can’t contain my needy whimper because even though my fingers give me a semblance of relief, they are in no way near enough.

“You feel how hard I am for you? What your touch does to me?”

I nod. “Yes.” My skin breaks out in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of chasing the high I’m desperate to reach.

“Eyes on me, Sunshine.”

My vision clears, and his face comes into focus. His intense gaze has my skin blazing with heat, being with himlike this is exhilarating.

I feel almost out of control with my need to come, but I can’t quite hit the spot I’m craving to meet.

“Enough.” His hand shoots out and grabs my wrist, stilling my movements.

I whimper through my panting breaths as I blink at him in confusion.

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